(poems go hereSociety creates labels and tries to decide a young person’s amount of success
They create a caste system and determine what our future holds next
They manipulate our minds allowing us believe success comes only through riches and jewels
Setting up a system that divides us, this is engraved in schools
Here lie the kings, jocks who wear their crowns proudly,
They take home the trophies and make the school stand gladly.
They are muscular, fit, with no fat on their skin.
They are so adorably cute they make the little girls grin.
Sweet talkers, players, they have the girls falling down to their knees;
Girls fight for their attention saying “Pick me, me, me, please!”
They tease and mock on the people below them;
They going around school hollering their anthem
Be not mistaken, because the outer appearance is not true,
The jocks feel lonely inside just like you.
They cover their self esteem with their built bodies and glory,
Cause on the inside they have a sad story.
Dreaming that one day they’ll become a star, is hopeless
Because when they were in school they did not focus.
Reality kicking in, that not everyone of them will make it.
So for now in school, they put their feelings aside and fake it.
Moving down to our second group of people,
Stoners are the next group, I add to my list.
The group that always makes teachers and administrators piss
Miserable, dreadful, death on their faces
They go home and tie their arms with laces.
Needles, drugs, weed in their drawers;
They get high every day, no one can keep scores.
People stare at them like they’re creepy,
They don’t realize inside they’re weepy.
A twist to their story, a hole deep inside,
No place to go, nowhere to hide.
Longing for something, hope, wanting to fill the hole,
If you really got to know them that is their one true goal.
They have an addiction to ease the pain
It doesn’t go away, it will still remain.
Hurt from a lost, or whatever it may be
For now they use the drugs, happiness awaits only in a dream.
Bottom of the barrel, are the nerds and geeks.
To everyone else they’re smart, weird little freaks.
First one in every class, in the front row,
Teachers start their lessons which they already know.
High waist pants, tucked in shirt
Clean and tidy, shoes with no dirt
No time for parties, not time for play
They go home with their books, and study all day
The ones to get picked on by everyone in school
Simply because they are not as cool
All these groups of people may seem different I suppose, but deep down inside we are the same.
We are insecure inside because we are afraid to fail or live up to society expectations
Not knowing where the life ahead will take us, but eager to search for our destiny and figure what completes us.